At this moment, a maidservant was holding a basket in her hands as she made her way through the palace grounds.
There was a cloth towel in the basket both covering and cushioning a glass bottle, and a corner of this towel slipped away from the edges of the basket, exposing part of the bottleneck inside.
One could only see a protruding eye looking out into the world through the glass. This eye was bizarre and abnormal, but it was not dull.
It shifted in all directions with a greedy gaze, looking very much like a profiteer.
The eye had a body, of course, but the body was more shrivelled than a dead tree branch. It could not hold in the eye at all.
Thus, this strange eyeball, with a myriad of colours, was barely held by the dry body it belonged to.
It was unknown why the body was so dry, but it looked like a piece of black string. It was so thin that one would not be able to see it if it had not been coiled up into a ball.
